Lyrics The Black Crowes

The Black Crowes

Oh Well

Can't help about the shape I'm in

I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin

But don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh well

When I talked to God, I knew he'd understand

He said stick by me and I'll be your guiding hand

But don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh well